Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

No matter what kind of predicament you might be in, always find time to Enjoy Nature!

After all, would Mark steer you wrong?

(Oh, and if you thought that Mark was a touchy-feelie, tree-hugging wuss…he KNOWS  it’s the survival of the fittest! Namby-pambies need not apply!):

…in a subcompact.  Quill, not so much.

Of course, I missed a bit along the way.  Cut-‘n’-paste it in, if you’re so inclined…

…many who are housebound because of completely hellish weather conditions across more than half of the country,  I remain at home, subsisting on out-of-date eggnog, sketchy turkey leftovers, and Christmas cookies.  Lots of Christmas cookies.  And whiskey balls…

Things are getting a bit muddled, particularly if you’re name is Jeff.

But you know what would make me really happy?

…but nothing beats a nosh.  Maybe a madeleine, like ol’ Proust used to make!

And the revelations continue!

…even if he were the last man on Earth.

Speaking of the last man on Earth, the eternal cock-tease, and are teen-agers really like that? Really? REALLY?  The love story that is the lamest this since this side of 9 Chickweed Lane goes on (OTOH, the characters in both strips are fairly universally uninteresting…once boinked, who cares?):

Fun, Gunther-style at the New Year’s Eve Dance means leaving at 12:30 AM. Woo…

Dump the loser, Rosa! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD…

Keep running, Rosa!  KEEP RUNNING!!!

And be lucky you don’t live in NYC.  Or at least this apartment complex!

Thanks to everyone who drops by and read my blog!  I hope that I can make you laugh on occasion!